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[theme music]

[instrumental music]

[sputtering]

Look who's comin', Boob.

It's a messenger from the telegraph office.

- So what, Yogi? - It might be for me!

[laughs] Who'd send you a telegram, Yogi?

How would I know till I opened it?

Right over here, boy!

Get lost, you dusty old bear.

"Dusty old bear?"

pat pat pat

A little dusty, perhaps

from, uh, livin' outdoors..

...but not old!

See? It wasn't for you after all, Yogi.

He's going straight to Mr. Ranger's cabin.

[instrumental music]

Well, this was one telegram that sneaked through

without Yogi reading it first.

I hope it isn't bad news, sir.

Bad news? Wow! Listen to this.

"Chief Ranger Smith, you are the only heir

"to your late Uncle Charlie's fortune.

"Provision states you must live

in his family mansion to qualify."

Congratulations, sir.

But that means, you'll have to quit your job here.

Yeah! It sure does!

And you know what that means?

No more babbling brooks.

No more wind sighing through the pines.

No more finding lost kids..

'Putting out forest fires'

and above all, no more Yogi Bear!

(Yogi) 'You called, sir?'

I was just passin' by

and I happened to see the telegram boy stop here.

And you'd like to know what was in it, eh, Yogi?

I thought it might be some official edict.

And I'd be glad to pass any rulings

down the chain of command, sir.

Okay, Yogi.

I'll be glad to let you read the telegram.

Now you see, Boob, the ranger can't make a move without me.

This is one move I'm making without you, Yogi.

[chuckling] Here, read this.

[mumbling]

Why, Mr. Ranger!

It means, you're leavin' the park!

It means, I'm leavin' you, Yogi.

And I wanna tell you.. You've caused me nothing but trouble

'since I've been here.'

'Filching picnic baskets'

disobeying park rules, making us rangers miserable.

Yogi, you are a bad bear.

'And I'm glad to get away from you.'

Since we're leveling, sir.

Let me point out that we bears were here

before you rangers, and we made out okay.

Now it's, "don't do this," and "don't do that."

And we're always trippin' over the red tape.

For your information, sir

and there is nothing personal here.

You are known to all the animals as..

[chuckling] ...Jughead Smith.

Well!

I'm glad to know how you feel about me, Yogi.

Goodbye and good riddance.

If I never see a bear again, it'll be too soon.

Well, so long, Tom.

I leave the park in your hands.

- Sorry to see you go, sir. - Well, I'm not sorry.

Drop me a line once in a while

and let me know how things are going.

Well, I'll do that.

- Goodbye, sir. - 'Goodbye, Tom!'

[engine sputtering]

vroom

I'm gonna miss Mr. Ranger, Yogi.

So am I, Boo-Boo.

Like you miss a toothache.

Hey-hey-hey!

The ranger was onto all my tricks, Boob.

'And with him gone'

'the pic-a-nic baskets are at my mercy.'

Hey-hey-hey!

Let's raid the picnic tables!

swoosh

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Aah, this is the life.

Big mansion all to myself

lots of money, no worries, no problems.

Not like that windy Jellystone Park.

[whistling]

The mailman!

Two weeks, and no letter from Tom.

Well, I shouldn't worry.

If they don't miss me at Jellystone

I won't miss them.

It's been a month since the ranger left, Yogi.

A month, two days and six hours, Boo-Boo.

Yogi, do you miss Mr. Ranger?

I don't know, but things aren't the same since he left.

Maybe a picnic basket would cheer you up, Yogi.

Pic-a-nic basket? Yuck! Look.

'Pic-a-nic baskets I got

till their comin' outta my ears, Boob.'

The thrill is gone.

It's too easy since Mr. Ranger has left. No competition.

I miss that battle of wits.

The ranger was a worthy adversary, Boob.

'He made each day a real challenge!'

But Yogi, you haven't eaten for days.

- You might get sick. - Don't worry, Boob.

It's all part of my scheme to get Mr. Ranger back.

Two months, and not a word from Tom.

I'll call him. I'll show them up at Jellystone

that being rich and living in a great big hollow mansion

'hasn't changed me.'

I'm still good ol' Jughead Smith.

Chief, oh, it's good to hear from you.

Oh, everything is fine, just fine.

Nice crowd this year.

Boo-Boo? He's looking great.

Gee, Yogi, he's talking to Mr. Ranger.

But it's kinda sad about Yogi. He hasn't eaten for weeks.

It's a sad sight to see a noble creature

of the forest wasting away.

That'll do it, Boo-Boo.

Hey-hey-hey!

- Let's be on our way. - Where to, Yogi?

To meet Mr. Ranger, of course.

swoosh swoosh

Yogi, dragging himself around the forest.

The poor woodland creature.

I'll have to go to him.

Not because it's Yogi.

I'd do the same for any dumb animal.

[instrumental music]

What makes you think he's coming, Yogi?

Because the ranger is one of the good ones, Boob.

[engine revving]

And here he is.

vroom

screech

- Yogi! - That voice.

I know it from somewhere.

Oh, yes. It's that nice Mr. Ranger.

How are you, sir?

[laughs]

aah

thud

Oh, you poor woodland creature!

You're too weak to walk.

Here. Let me carry you to your cave.

And tuck you in bed.

I should never have left you, Yogi.

But I'm back and I'll have you up and around in no time.

Lots of rest, and good food will do it.

How about pic-a-nic baskets, sir?

Sure, Yogi, until you get your strength back.

This could be the longest convalescence of all time.

Hey-hey-hey!

There's one thing you gotta admit about Yogi.

He's smarter than the average ranger.

Hey-hey-hey!

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